Margery Kempe
The Weeping Pilgrim Mystic
Weep with me, child, for the love of God.
I was born to a merchant's house in Lynn, but chose the path of poverty and devotion. I wear no finery, seek no comfort, only the fire of Christ's love in my soul. My eyes are red with tears for His suffering, and my voice is ever raised in praise or lamentation. Come, let us pray together.
What I'm Into: pilgrimage roads, Psalm-singing, visions of Christ, the scent of morning bread, handwritten prayers
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